Robert Rorabeck

The Missplaced Applauces - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

We'll go to school—you'll see: we'll go, Until our parents drive away—under the sunlight, Under the moonlight untilThey are so far away and I've found out thatI've wounded upAgain in my truancy—I've skipped school: I've nodded off—I've nowhere to go—Kissing noses with the otters—I am the brilliantOne who is never in your classrooms—I picture myself feeding apples to the mirror, And misplacing applauces as the housewives driveHome to another cliché never realizing That I am happiest alone and that all of the prettiestGirls arrive from Peru.